I’ve had a bunion on my left foot since birth. As a child, I didn’t like the way it made the side of my foot near my big toe look very wide, but it didn’t hurt too much as long as I wore the right (ie sensible) shoes.
In 1990, I was sent to the Middle East when the news broke that Iraq had invaded Kuwait. While I was there, I recorded events that were deemed too horrific to show on TV, and which have stayed with me ever since.
I've only got one chance to get it right and the bride and groom are counting on me not to miss anything important. I'm always smiling but, like the proverbial swan, I'm paddling furiously below the surface…
All three of my girls have performed on stage in West End musicals and my younger two are about to start shooting a film. It's hard to believe. I sometimes look at my life and think, how did this happen?